You know, I am really sorry this took so long. Impossibly busy lately. Where are all of you guys? I haven't heard from Uniquebeing in forever, and same with a few of you who were reading my first. Not that I need to have reviews, its that I actually worry about you guys : ( If anything is up, I wanna know? And now, a note before this chapter. I have found it increasingly difficult to write Roach, and I don't know why. Tell me what you think about it… Also, there will be no rape in my story whatsoever. Some people might be worried about this, I know, with Alison, a little girl, and those Russians. Nope, none. So don't get your panties in a twist. Please enjoy!
Roach sat anxiously as Royce clicked away at the laptop with fingers lightning fast. He had an anxious feeling within himself, like something threatening to tear out of him with worry. They were back in the helicopter, and back on the way to base. They needed something, something to help them figure out where Alison could be.
Roach didn't realize it, but he was holding the backpack in his lap, and was nervously rubbing one of the straps with his thumb and pointer finger. Ghost was silent, as well as Archer, Toad, and Meat. Roach knew that Royce was only documenting what they saw while it was still fresh in their minds.
Roach anxiously thought back to what they had found. It wasn't long before they found an area about the same as the one that they had landed in, more boot marks and the marks of a helicopter landing. Ghost had confirmed that they were the kind from the helicopters that the Russians used all of the time. Roach knew that she had been taken to a helicopter, then taken away. With dread, he knew that he was too late. If Alison was on one of those helicopters, she could be anywhere now. Roach turned to Royce.
"Do you think that you could figure out where they took her?" He asked Royce. Royce turned to him, and stopped typing for a moment.
"I don't know. Once we get back to base, I can try. There are a few places, I am assuming, but I would need to get back to base. There we could talk to the captain, and try at least. Really, Roach, don't worry. I know everything looks bad, but I'm sure we can find her. You don't need to worry." Roach ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"How sure are you? Are you really sure?" Royce rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Roach, really. I know she means a lot to you, and to me too. But the thing that won't help her is worrying." Roach knew that he was right. He couldn't worry. They would find her. They had to. Roach had heard how viscous the Russians could be, but he had never dreamt that they would go as far as to take a little girl.
Suddenly, sitting there, Roach realized something. They probably usually wouldn't go as far as to take a little girl unless it was something really big. They would bomb whole cities, without caring for the lives they took, but that wasn't personal. They could do that without batting an eye. But to go this close and personal was odd. Roach knew with dread that they had taken her, because of him. They wanted to get to the base, find him. It was his fault that she was in danger.
"Oh shit" he swore. Ghost turned to him.
"What is it?" Ghost asked in a tense tone.
"It's me. It's you. It's us. They took her because of us." He put his face in his hands, ignoring the stares of all his teammates. He tried to hold as much control as he could, not to let the tears and screams that were threatening to creep up on him in. Ghost was the first to speak in response.
"What do you mean? They wanted to get to us through her? They thought she knew stuff? How did they know?" Ghost asked, his voice unusually high pitched, but that didn't matter to Roach. He knew before that this was all because of him, and her staying with the team, but the real force of it had just hit him. His voice was low and cracking.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. How they knew, I don't know. MacTavish knew they knew, but how they knew in the first place I don't know." Roach groaned loudly, the weight of it on his shoulders. He felt that whatever had happened to her, and everything that could happen, was now his responsibility. The only thing he hoped was that she wouldn't blame him for it. If she did, he would be crushed.
I don't know how long I was sleeping. What else was I supposed to do, rather than retreat from my living nightmare to the nightmares in my dreams? It was misery. The water had only lasted so long in my mouth and throat before they became dry again. The only hope of escaping was to sleep. From what I saw from those around me, there was no other option.
I didn't dream of anything, which I guess was a blessing. I mean, it was awful enough that I had to be here in the first place. It would just make it twice as bad if I had nightmares. But, I was awakened from the blissful black land of sleep when the clanging of metal made my eyes open bolt wide. I guessed most of the others that were sleeping had woken up as well.
I felt groggy and tired, but my surroundings, the cold cement under my body reminding me where I was with a sudden jolt. When I looked around in the dim lighting, I could see other sleepy shuffles and sounds, and I looked to the man on my left. He was also appearing to be stirring from a fitful sleep. He blinked once or twice, then my eyes met his. He blinked again, when I heard the door slam shut.
I couldn't believe that for a moment I had actually forgotten the dreadful sound that had woken me up. It was them, coming back. I tried to find them quickly with my eyes darting back and forth, and succeeded. It was the same group of three, but with the boy, Matvei in tow. They all looked the same as before, but twice as threatening. All except for Matvei, who looked more like a scared sheep. After a day, they looked even scarier than before. And to my dreading heart, they were coming this way.
The man to my left must have seen me flinch back against the wall. He muttered a few quick words as they came all the closer, growing, and becoming monsters.
"Listen. Don't fight it. You're strong. You can make it." I knew that they were coming for me when he said this. I knew, and I was completely terrified. I turned to Rockwell for the first time. His eyes were wide and wise, but he only nodded at me. He knew that I had seen him yesterday. We hadn't exchanged words, but his message was clear; I could make it.
The black boots came to stop only a foot from me and I looked up with wide eyes. That brute, the tall one with arms as thick as tree trunks, was looking down at me with a sick grin.
"Well, let's get started." The two goons he had with him proceeded to kneel down next to me, with one yanking my arms behind my back. I let out only a grunt, though it hurt pretty bad, and didn't fight as the shackles were pulled off my ankles and I was dragged over to the metal chair. The closer I got though, the more grisly the devices on the cart became, and the more scared I became.
Of course, all of your instincts tell you to thrash, fight, and run, but I had found most of myself to hold them at bay as I was tied down with more metal cuffs to the chair, now practically immobile, the metal sending chills up my spine. Once they were sure I was secure, the two goons stepped back and I was left panting in fear. The large man chuckled. I had dubbed him Brutus in my mind.
He looked down at me; I was sure, his deep brown eyes seeing fear sparkling in my own green ones. He chuckled, deep and rough. Brutus began to speak, his voice the same as his laugh, but menacing and thickly accented.
"You know about the task force that is out to kill our leader. You know who they are, and where they are. You know their base. All we need to know is that, and you won't have any trouble come your way." I opened my eyes in mock surprise, remembering my promise. I wouldn't sell the team out for my own safety.
"No harm will come to me if I just tell you what you want to know?" I asked in a sweet, fake voice. I tried to push away the tremble that crept into it. Brutus smiled, his yellow teeth sickening.
"If you are a smart girl, yes. Just tell us what you know, and answer our questions. No catch." I could detect a lie behind there, and of course there was. If they got what they wanted from me, they would kill me. And no way in hell would I give them anything. My answer spit fire.
"Oh, of course. Nothing will happen. I will die before I tell you anything." I could see that my response immediately set him off. A fire lit behind his eyes, and he stepped closer.
"One last chance." He growled into my face. If I could have gathered the courage to spit at him, I would have, but I only responded icily.
"Kiss my ass" He gave a yell of frustration, and no matter how much I wanted to look back at Rockwell, and the other man, I didn't want anything bad to happen to them because of me looking at them. Brutus grabbed something off of the cart, and I recognized it with a stomach churning wrench that it was the black box that had shot electricity through Rockwell yesterday, or hours ago. I didn't know how long ago, but I knew what was coming. Brutus moved forward, but not with what I was bracing for. I expected electricity, but what came was much different.
His thick fist grabbed the front of my shirt, and I let out a cry. With a rough yank it ripped away, tearing from the back, and coming off. I was left only in my deep blue bra I was wearing underneath. My eyes opened wide, the chill of the room surrounded me, and I felt more exposed than ever before in my life. My cheeks grew red in the pure embarrassment of the exposure, but it was worse than anything I had ever felt before.
The Russian grinned when I finally got the courage to look up at him in my current state, then jammed the box down with a sudden movement into the soft skin around my stomach.
It was like lighting suddenly enveloped me, shocking waves and currents of white fire coursing over my whole body. My first instinct was to scream as loud as I could, but I knew that I couldn't give in. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to keep the tears from pooling in my eyes the few seconds that I felt that I was on fire. Then, as suddenly as it had come, it left.
My body was left tingling all over, and I could feel the burn mark on my stomach from where it had been pressed against me. The Russian let out an annoyed sound. I smirked in response. He was probably surprised that I hadn't made a sound. I looked at him, and I was right. He looked utterly pissed.
I managed to smirk, even though the feeling of exposure was creeping up on my again. Brutus seemed to twitch once, before coming in with the black box again, this time, hitting my side, just beneath my ribs.
The area was sensitive enough, even when it wasn't being fried by an innumerable amount of volts. I clamped down so tightly on my lower lip, I could taste the copper of blood through the pure flashes and waves of pain that wracked my body. When it was finally drawn away, I was slumped down as far as my bonds would allow, gasping for air. A tear, to my dismay, was beginning to drop from the corner of my eye. I swallowed in a vain attempt to make the tears go away, the panting breaths to slow. I only had about thirty seconds before the assault of electricity on my body continued.
Now, I do like to write torture (Sometimes) but it is kind of hard to write today for some reason. So, anyway, I hope you like this. Now, once again, I am sure that I will get some flames from usually silent readers that she got partially stripped, but listen: Not only is it realistic, do you know how much more sensitive that skin is? More of a strategy for pain than embarrassment. Not to mention that it will be important in the next chapter. Thank you all for reading-A chapter later today!